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Tadgh Gibson — Off The Mead
Artist: → Tadgh Gibson
Tadgh Gibson — Off The Mead — lyrics
Keep a grasp on your horn…
Aegir the reef chief, chiefest! a mischief-monger
‘Neath the beak, a grief lil’ leaf, he speak-«Another!”
Oh shush ‘King Gusher’, and cover there with blusher
“Oars in men!”, swore sore for your fallen brothers
He ain’t too speak good as a deep league Southerner
Ooh, gullet grumbles would ya feed me «Anotherer!”?
Coast an inch closer from the last time you saw it
At most you note the throat yoke right before the claw hits
The craw daddy raw blitz
Mix, mix, mix, war party wants “Another!”
Kingly big dick schtick with more thundered hearty bluster
Than maudlin Thor, the half-hilted whore lover
Who keeps a handed candle, anxious, Aegir sure’ll snuff ya
Spent the morning jawing maw for stores of more “Another!”s
Soon as scored the shore, they saw a boorish pouting puffer
As he organised the force, like- “today we ride to *hic*-tory”
Discourse in the corps- “sure? King looks like he’s licked to me”
Prescription from the apothecary for cartings of “Another!”-
10 licks and inscription involuntary as an Einherjar duffer
The doctor musters ‘pologies when the beach get carnivory
But his heart’s in hindquarters like squeezed in breech delivery
Wind-whipped fishly skips quickly sick of his “Another!”ing
The dip all stickly hits on his chariot of mushering
A cock-pitted tit, glint! splendid to the gill slit
Caulk-fitted mitts, skint! — his ‘send it to the bill’ stint
Shit, it’s all good, his face is on the coinage
Ickle fishy cries “Another!” *cough* he always been a spoilt bitch
“Cough!” “Excuse you there sir, there’s no coffers at this service”
Beach a’ bleached screecher coffins, afforded just beneath the surface
A fateful fatal figure like the dames what claim a hero’s death
The Aesir lately hateful what claim “Another!” like it’s his shibboleth
Stop! He needs to take a shivered breath
Yet heavy-set and retching since he wet the first cigarette
Well, you see it fits more like a pipe
“Another!” puff a’ mixture- tar, stillwater and tripe
Packed in ya trachea and cast in cartilage
Crazy you in mania like that’s not what y’all had did
Baked and flaky mates o’ his stay stacked by the garbage bins
Give the drowned to Ran ? Nah, “’another!” down to this boy
As he been toying soys from a fish man to little koi
An alpha whale assailant cracked frail as a fingernail
A hailed, yet ailing failure, black, a strange, pained widow-wail
Still, hide your wife, hide your kids ‘fore “Another!” gets hydrated
Bides his time in toilet lids
Ick
The flusher was violated
What a sound turnaround for just “Another” King forgotten
Who’d gone down underground, smothered, wringing with the moth-men
Swounds! The fiends! Green, give ‘em something to forget him not
Scream, a dream-gleaned daem to wean the weans off Tulipop
“Another!” bark for open shop
Afear the dreary leerers, bleary, steering spears a krona off
Cheering, shelled ne’er-do-wells endeared from the yearly whistlestop
New All-father successor on campaign for world-leader
You want him hand your land back? better paying by the meter
Urd — beater Odin- fat and fettered braided basement lord
A fetid, foetered cheater stored degraded ‘neath the acacia boards
“Another!” knock at the door, an underhanded candygram
Two-twenty for the service- a family cram and thank ye ma’am
Damn! The maniacal dandy clam at large at bars and sandy dams
Charged with fourty counts of man-
Slaughters more snorts and keeps a grasp on the horn
“Another!” necked, you wonder why not decked on the floor
A wreck, spittle-specked, expect to see the chuffer
-the rough stuff huffer suffered underneath the covers
“Another!” stuffed in the musher of the bum-rush bluffer
Dumb dumb buzzed enough, skunked the sunk game “Another!”
Like how he dunks the main bitts o’ ships
And now he’s drunk off his tits
“Another!”
“Anothwr!”
“Anoth-“
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